“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 1

【Press 1 to erase your brain. This book has already been banned twice. Don’t save it up—read early, enjoy early. If you wait too long, it’ll be gone.】

【There is no official pairing in this story. The MC will pass through a sea of flowers~ (This author likes driving fast; if you don’t, leave now.) With this setup, it’s impossible to be “double clean.” If this is a dealbreaker, please read cautiously.】

(This story has a lot of athletes, police cadets, military cadets, all kinds of male students, and all sorts of other types…)

The world had ended.

Jiang Changyi didn’t feel much fear—in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

“Finally! The damn apocalypse has come!”

“This f*cked-up world should have been destroyed long ago!”

Staring out the window at zombies and insectoid monsters biting everything in sight, Jiang Changyi spat out a string of curses.

He pulled out his phone, watching the nonstop updates on social media, and he knew—this was a global catastrophe.

Even as shrill screams pierced the air outside, a mix of excitement and hidden melancholy stirred in his chest.

If it weren’t for making money to support his mother and younger sister, would he have needed to work so hard?

Wu Wanqiu, when she was pregnant with Jiang Changyi’s sister Jiang Changsi, divorced her husband Jiang Peiqian. That bastard had actually cheated during her pregnancy.

Wu Wanqiu had always been a gentle, timid woman. But Jiang Peiqian’s betrayal made her realize this man could never give her a stable family. So, for the sake of her two children, she decisively chose divorce.

What Jiang Changyi admired most about her was this: most people would think staying together was “for the children,” but Wu Wanqiu believed divorce was the only way to truly protect them.

It was the courage to face reality and a clear-eyed view of love and marriage.

In a way, Jiang Changyi felt he was like her too—
While most people would see the apocalypse as disaster, he thought, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

The rules of the world had been shattered, everything was being reshuffled. The weak and foolish could no longer look down on those at the bottom. And people like them… wouldn’t stay weak forever.

After the divorce, their family had been treated like dirt. Neighbors and relatives all saw them as easy prey.

Worse, Jiang Changyi’s good-for-nothing father had taken up gambling, even borrowing money under Wu Wanqiu’s name. That meant debt collectors constantly showed up to harass them, making life even worse.

On top of that, Wu Wanqiu suffered from spontaneous tremors—her hands could suddenly start shaking uncontrollably at any time. It left her unfit for most jobs.

To support the family, Jiang Changyi had no choice but to work as a “male model.” With his good looks and figure, he was fairly popular at the Black Horse Club.

But as the saying goes—human nature is envious.

Being attractive brought hidden benefits, but it also drew trouble and jealousy.

The wealthy wanted to keep him as if he were a pet. His jealous colleagues plotted to ruin him, hoping he’d get fired and stop competing for clients.

Even his university classmates and dormmates envied his popularity with women. They either mocked him for “acting like a girl” or spread rumors that he was sleeping around and had caught diseases.

Seriously?

For f*ck’s sake, he liked men! Stop trying to smear him with fake straight-guy scandals!

The worst part was—he couldn’t even speak up. If he admitted it, those idiots would either mock him more, or worse, worry that he’d “fall for them.”

Jiang Changyi scoffed: What mirror have you looked into? You think I’d like you? Like your ugly, broke, foul-mouthed selves? Like your unwashed, smelly bodies?

Get real!

Shoving aside his annoyance, Jiang Changyi quickly messaged Wu Wanqiu and Jiang Changsi, telling them to stay put at home and not wander outside. He promised he’d come find them soon.

Then he threw on his backpack, grabbed a baseball bat his roommate had left behind, and rushed out the door.

It was Saturday afternoon. Most students weren’t in the dorms but were out wasting time. His three roommates were gone as well—not that he cared. They’d always ostracized him anyway. His target was the broadcasting room.

The dorms weren’t far from the main building, so it was the fastest route.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw several students frozen in the hallway, trembling legs barely holding them up as they stared at the carnage outside.

Jiang Changyi ignored them and headed straight downstairs.

In the apocalypse, two types of people deserved to die: idiots and saints.

Jiang Changyi wasn’t heartless, but he sure as hell wasn’t a saint. People who froze up like that, clueless and useless, were nothing but wasted food supplies even if they survived. He’d never save them.

Xijiang University’s campus was huge, which meant—for now—there wouldn’t be hordes of zombies crowding the grounds. That gave Jiang Changyi confidence to charge out with nothing but a bat.

“ROAR!!!”

A zombie was straddling a chubby boy, greedily stuffing his innards into its mouth. Red and green fluids spilled everywhere, filling the air with suffocating stench.

The boy’s eyes had rolled back, terror frozen on his face. He hadn’t even died before being gutted alive, suffering the pain of disembowelment.

Jiang Changyi spared it a glance and walked on.

Not only did he feel no pity, he coldly analyzed the zombies’ behavior.

“These zombies crave flesh more than killing. As long as they’re eating, they won’t keep chasing the living.”

A cruel smile tugged at his lips.

“Heh… In times like these, humanity will probably become more terrifying than zombies themselves.”

The thought struck him hard: in survival, you didn’t need to be the fastest—you just needed to be faster than someone else.

Dodging zombies and blind spots, he reached the main building’s entrance. Seeing no immediate danger inside, he slipped in.

The broadcasting room was on the second floor. Jiang Changyi crept upstairs, keeping his steps quiet and his ears alert.

“Hiss—”

A beetle-like monster the size of a golden retriever was feasting on a corpse. Its bl00d-red shell glistened, and its jagged mandibles and sharp forelimbs gleamed with menace.

Its glowing red insect eyes radiated killing intent, enough to chill the heart of any onlooker. Someone with insectophobia might have fainted on the spot.

Gripping his bat, Jiang Changyi channeled his fear into action. With a burst of speed, he swung hard.

Crack!

The red beetle’s head was softer than expected—his swing caved half its skull.

But the creature’s legs still twitched. Jiang Changyi raised the bat and smashed again, splattering green ichor across the floor.

“Phew…”

“With the right weapon, these bugs aren’t that tough after all.”

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he shut the door behind him as he entered the broadcasting room.

Tuk-tuk—

He tapped the mic, and the broadcast rang through the entire campus.

“Attention, teachers and students: the apocalypse is upon us. Do not panic. Students near the east, west, south, and north gates—close the gates immediately!”

“I repeat, close the gates immediately!”